Buck responds to Laura's irate boyfriend

Brian from Chicago Illinois, writes:

Hey fucker, quit talking shit about me on your website. You don't know me so don't fucking say shit about me. NHL is a good game so fuck off. It's better than the fucking baby games you play.

HEY! I resent that. I don't play any games about fucking babies. That's just wrong. I threw that collection out years ago. Look, Brian, don't get pissed at me. Your girlfriend came to me with her relationship problems, and I'm a complete stranger. That says a lot about you guys. Don't waste your time talking to me about it, I think you need to sit down with Laura and have a nice chat with her. I mean, it sounds like you two don't have any face time whatsoever, you're so wrapped up in your damn ice ballet. In the time you took to write that immaculately thought out letter, in which you actually managed to spell things correctly (which I imagine takes a lot of effort for you), you could have written Laura a nice sonnet, or at LEAST told her she looks good in her new blouse. Which she probably looks great in, by the way. Thats it, you don't deserve her, I'm taking her. Laura, I love you. It's time for you to leave your NHL 2005 playing turd of a boyfriend and come to Buck. Buck will treat you right.

And furthermore, who the hell plays NHL games? I mean seriously. It's.... it's... it's virtual hockey for god's sake! Virtual hockey! What the hell is hockey without real fights breaking out between toothless canadians??? If you aren't in danger of being hit by flinging blood, it's not worth seeing.

So go out and get a real game, fucko. Then play it all you want, cause Laura and I don't give a damn. Do we, Laura my sweet?